For dreams, both ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign, there are all kinds of legends.

For example, Huangliang a dream, and then the ancients' various interpretations of dreams, well, in other words, it is the now very popular "Zhou Gong's Dream Interpretation".

As for foreign examples, there are quite a few. There are countless stories like what is common in China and abroad to have a strange dream, and then give birth to a big bull.

Although many people disagree with the interpretation of dreams, there are still many more people who do not doubt it.

Even many well-known university scholars and scientists are very interested in dreams and devote a lot of energy to studying them.

Especially after entering the present, after linking it with the relevant content of psychology, it seems that there is a seemingly scientific explanation for people's dreams.

However, there is still a lack of actual evidence for these things, but this does not prevent people from pursuing this research.

It's not uncommon to hear people happily say, "Oh, I dreamed last night that I was having fun with a bunch of kids." What did you do, and what happened in the end.

But when someone tells him or her that a dream of a child means that you are about to encounter a villain, I'm afraid no one will be indifferent to it!

If you really feel that you are in the way of a villain because of something, then you may be very surprised or suddenly realize the reality reflected in the dream, I see.

Since then, I have been convinced of "Zhou Gong's Dream Interpretation" and the like.

Some people may think that this is just an accident and does not represent anything, and criticize this feudal superstition.

This is also true, because to paraphrase a blind man who sets up a street stall to tell fortunes: If you believe, you will be spiritual, and if you don't believe, you will not have anything.

In any case, Wang Yong also has his own views on the interpretation of dreams. He recognizes the simple truth of thinking about the day and dreaming at night.

But he also thinks about certain mundane dreams. For example, the interpretation of foreshadowing dreams does not make sense.

Perhaps, dreams can really channel the gods, in the dark, those who are blessed by the gods, the gods will use the dream to save you from danger.

After pondering the memories and thoughts of last night's dream for a morning, Wang Yong felt that it was not a big deal.

After calming down and thinking about it, he felt that it should be his subconscious that some kind of thought was at work.

This may be a regret of one's own past, or an exaggerated reaction to an experience in reality. Whether it is living in a "chicken nest" or a good thing, if you want to show off your hunger and envy like "two hundred and five", it must have been like this in reality. Or something like that.

Because of his incomprehension, Wang Yong was very absent-minded during the meal, which made the godfather and daughter-in-law laugh hard, and he poked the fritters into his nose and eyes.

Wang Yong didn't tell anyone about yesterday's dream, he felt that his own experience and all the consequences related to it should be borne by himself. Not to mention that he believes in his ability to change certain things that he wants to change.

Man will conquer the heavens, maybe he may not necessarily believe it.

No one has ever seen this thing, and the understanding of heaven is also very different, and individuals have their own opinions and understandings.

However, Wang Yong believes that this time is still in the dark, and there is some unknown force manipulating this qiē.

That power may be morality. Maybe it's a law, maybe it's a tradition, maybe it's some ancient custom, but he thinks people should be in awe. Otherwise, you will lose your way in this rolling red dust, lose yourself, and fall into the abyss.

If you don't understand it, don't think about him, there are many smart people in the world. For this kind of thing that you don't understand, let those smart people study it thoroughly, and you just need to wait quietly. Just wait for the mystery to be revealed.

When Wang Yong was lying on the sofa as if he was asleep but not asleep, as if he was awake but not awake, a roar came deep into his ears.

"Doodoo Dot ......"

As soon as he heard this sound, Wang Yong knew the sound of the three-horse cart of the family. The sound of its diesel engine is so unforgettable.

This kind of loud voice heard from an early age is probably of great significance to every child living in the countryside, especially the post-80s generation.

I remember that the first three-wheeled motor vehicle in Banshan Village was bought by the old man's family across the door from the second master's house.

It was the early nineties.

As for the more than nine years, Wang Yong doesn't remember it clearly. It must have been when I was in elementary school, and the uncle of the old man's family, who was originally doing carpentry work, suddenly bought one of these things.

Wang Yong remembers very well that it was a "Golden Frog" brand eight-horsepower tricycle. In rural areas, people are more accustomed to calling it the three-horse cart or the three-jumper.

Compared to the earlier four-wheeled tractors with a single body, this motor vehicle is more than just one wheel missing.

In Wang Yong's impression, the biggest difference between them is that the tricycle seems to run much faster than the tractor!

"Wang Yong, hurry up, I'll bring you sweet potatoes."

The little cub's babbling voice made Wang Yong completely rejuvenated, glanced out the window resentfully, and reluctantly got up, ready to go outside the door to see what this bastard who disturbed his pursuit of sleep art was doing.

When he saw the newly produced three-horse car behind the little cub that could be said to be a huge body compared to the first-generation three-horse car in the half-mountain village of the old uncle's family (that is, a three-wheeled car), as well as a cart full of white potatoes, Wang Yong suddenly understood.

I'm here to bring sweet potatoes to myself!

Yesterday, because his daughter-in-law didn't eat enough sweet potatoes, and she still wanted to eat this kind of thing that she thought was delicious every day, Wang Yong called the little cub and asked him to get some sweet potatoes.

The little cub replied very affirmatively at the time, saying that he would definitely send it to his home this afternoon at the latest. But I didn't expect that this morning, this kid personally came over with a cart of white potatoes.

Is it any wonder that this cart pulling sweet potatoes was able to come in without asking for instructions?

With this old classmate of Political Commissar Wang Yong (Director Wang), who was known to all the soldiers on duty at least eight times a month, to lead the way, it must have been after inspection, and after confirming that there was no danger, there was no need to ask Wang Yong to let him go directly.

"Hurry up, come and unload the car, people are still waiting to go back! You think they're all like you, doing nothing all day! ”

The little cub saw Wang Yong standing at the gate looking at a cart of sweet potatoes in a daze, and shouted loudly.

For this kind of opportunity to reprimand Wang Yong in an open, reasonable and legal manner, he, the fat man and Dawei will never miss it.

"You're in a hurry! It didn't take me more than ten minutes to pick up just a few boxes of things. ”

Wang Yong said as he walked to the side of the Wuzheng brand three-horse car, and the driver had already opened the baffle and stood on the car.

Wang Yong, in the driver's surprised appearance, really carried two large baskets full of white potatoes with more than 100 catties in one hand, and seemed to carry them into the yard very easily.

"Don't look at it, this is Wang Yong, he's a monster! Unlike normal people, they are silicon-based creatures like Transformers, and their infinite power is just a small kiss. ”

Listening to the words of Xiao Xiaoer, who is said to be the number one real estate businessman and big boss in the county, the driver of the three-horse car showed a very ugly smile, and he didn't know how to pick up the stubble.

With the cooperation of the four drivers, it really didn't take a few minutes for Wang Yong to unload all the six baskets of white potatoes on the three-horse cart and put them neatly in the yard.

"Xiao Gao, you go back first, tell your boss, I'm very satisfied. If the person in front of you is also satisfied, I will have all the sweet potatoes you have there. ”

"Okay, I'll tell you. Then Mr. Meng, I'll go back first. ”

"Well, how does this work? It's never too late to get inside and drink some water, smoke a cigarette, warm up for a while, and then leave! ”

Wang Yong, who had just finished moving the last two baskets of white potatoes out of the yard, hurriedly said that he would keep them, and deliver them to the door, although he had the face of a little cub and also paid for it, but let the second brother come to him early in the morning against the cold wind, how could he let the family go without entertaining.

It's a pity that the driver said that there was still work in the field and insisted on leaving. There was no way, so Wang Yong turned around and went home to get some super vegetables from his own field and brought them back to the driver.

Nowadays, the super vegetables in Mid-Levels Village are truly famous at home and abroad. All gourmets in the world are recognized as good ingredients, how many big restaurants and owners can't buy it?

It's perfect to use this as a thank-you gift! Just look at the expression of the driver in front of him, he was so excited that he didn't know what to do, so he took it tremblingly, and expressed his gratitude vigorously, without a word of humility.

Bidding farewell to the three-horse carriage and its driver, Wang Yong turned his head to look at the little cub, not knowing how he was so idle today and personally led the way to himself.

"Okay, I still have to go to the chicken farm, I'll eat at your place at noon, get me some hard vegetables!"

The little cub who consciously helped Wang Yong was very polite, and without the consciousness of a guest, he came with a big grin, turned around and got on his newly bought Mercedes-Benz, turned around and left.

Wang Yong, who was puzzled and did not get an explanation, raised his middle finger high at the Mercedes-Benz car that was going away.

How many hard dishes are there? You're beautiful! At noon today, Lao Tzu will cook you a sweet potato feast.

What sweet potato porridge, fried sweet potato, boiled sweet potato. It seems that I can only make these three kinds of dishes about sweet potatoes, if I don't eat them with shabu!

I just don't know what the little cub's expression will be after seeing the okay meal he prepared for him? I'm looking forward to it! (To be continued......)

PS: There is another power outage, and it came up in advance!